Feng Jun and Tang Wenji paid no attention to what happened behind them. Not long after leaving the county town, they got onto the national highway.
The national highway was easier to drive on, and by nightfall, they finally reached the expressway entrance.
The woman hitching a ride did not care that they had left the county town in such a hurry. She had not even gotten the money, yet she seemed rather proud of it. She said disdainfully, "Those pieces of trash really ruined my impression of this place. At least we managed to keep the two thousand yuan."
Tang Wenji glanced at her in the rearview mirror—did she really think "we" was the right word to use?
Yet the woman really did have a willful streak. At around midnight, when the car passed through a county, she spoke up directly. "Could you make a detour and drop me at the expressway exit?"
Tang Wenji looked at her. "In weather this cold, are you sure?"
"My itinerary is different from yours," the woman said flatly. "I would like you to take me into the city, but aren't you planning to travel through the night?"
"You're carrying luggage too," Little Celestial Master said. Most of the time, she was still quite sympathetic.
"But if I don't get off here, it'll be a huge detour," the woman sighed.
"Fine, then we'll make a detour," Feng Jun said. He did not think much of the woman, but he did not mind lending a hand to someone who could stick to her own convictions.
He drove off the expressway and took the woman to the entrance of a hotel. Whether she went in and stayed there was none of his business.
Then he returned to the expressway and continued on. Before long, the